John Underwood

Rookie (August 24th,1991 / Stratford, Ontario)

Sitting On The Poarch. - Poem by John Underwood

Though many years have past
The sound of rain drops, seemingly fluttering
Cracking their liquid shells upon
The red and rusted metal terrain
Brings me back to a time,
So bright, surrounded by darkened sky's
When all that was heard was the rain drop's cries
And the symphony played through the night
Keeping me still,
There's no need for movement here

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 11, 2010

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